Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.